We touched soul…

We touched souls,you and I.grasping at cloudsas they passed us by.in the morning mistswhen birds turn to songeach warbled notebecomes a strike on the ancient gong.sounding out the passing daywatching the dewed grasswhere we kissed and lay.We touched souls,you and I.first ours and thenothers as they filled the skywhispering softlylike the birds in songkissing their earstelling them peace won’t be long.